On the bank of Pure Water Pool, Wu Yuanjun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing quietly at the White Python, deeply puzzled.
Why would it show the affection of an elder toward a junior? This was truly unusual...
"Please withdraw, Heavenly Lord," Wu Yuanjun said respectfully.
In the eyes of Wu Yuanjun's tribe, this descendant of the White Python was the incarnation of the current Heavenly Lord. Its standing in the tribe was slightly higher than the Witch Lord's, and it was over three hundred years old, having accompanied two Witch Lords. In terms of seniority, even Wu Yuanjun had to call it Grandpa White.
Hearing this, the White Python gathered its coils and shot into Pure Water Pool.
As it entered the water, a trace of desolation flickered in its scarlet eyes, like an old person keeping solitary vigil over an empty house and a candleholder-pitiful and lonely.
Still, that was the extent of its affectionate gestures.
On the ground, Ghost-Headed Saber knelt without daring to speak or raise his head.
Wu Yuanjun stared at him blankly and asked softly, "Have you been to Pure Water Pool before?"
There was clearly another purpose behind this question, because in Wu Yuanjun's "memories," the Six Gentlemen all came from ordinary backgrounds, descendants of very distant branches of the tribe.
So why would the White Python treat him differently?
Naturally, Ghost-Headed Saber dared not spout nonsense. His role in this Star Gate was merely that of a scout, and he had to keep that firmly in mind, or his efforts would only backfire.
The more he said, the more holes there would be.
After a brief pause, he settled on an explanation, cupped his fists, and replied, "Reporting to the Witch Lord, I was frail and sickly as a child.